cOisas, são sempre as coisas...

Há coisas que procuro e não encontro. Outras tenho receio de já as ter perdido [em mim].

Assusto-me facilmente, comigo mesma.

It'S a questiOn of lOve

O amor abre ¿e cerra? as minhas interrogações.

Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I'd never willingly
Do you harm

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know...

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep up together

Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
It's easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)

My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before I'm anyone's
And you know...

Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
But you know that I'd
Rather be home

[Depeche Mode]

Dança do ventre

I'm ready,

i'm ready fOr yOu!

Are you ready for me?

IdiOt prayer (Am i?)

They're taking me down, my friend
And as they uskher me off to my end
Will I bid you adieu?
Or will I be seeing you soon?
If what they say around here is true
Then we'll meet again
Me and you

My time is at hand, my dove
They're gunna pass me to that house above
Is Heaven just for victims, dear?
Where only those in pain go?
Well it takes two to tango
We will meet again, my love
I knowIf you're in Heaven then you'll forgive me, dear
Because that's what they do up there
If you're in Hell, then what can I say
You probably deserved in anyway
I guess I'm gunna find out any day
For we'll meet again
And there'll be Hell to pay
Your face comes to me from the depths, dear
Your silent mouth mouths, 'Yes", dear
Dark red and big with blood
They're gunna shut me down, my love
They're gunna launch me into the stars
Well, all things come to pass
Glory hallelujah
This prayer is for you, my love
Sent on the wings of a dove
An idiot prayer of empty words
Love, dear, is strictly for the birds
We each get what we deserve
My little snow white dove
Rest assured


Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Idiote Prayer

páscOa feliZ

Qual coelhinho, quais ovos, qual quê?

Preparem-se para a chegada da nOgs, pois nesta Páscoa estará em terras lusas;)

Let'S danCe!

Sempre fui apaixonada por dança. Desta vez decidi entregar-me a ela.

Eu vOu, eu vOu para a danÇa do venTre eu vOu.

brOma

Olá, olá.
Sim, a maioria acertou que a notícia que aqui lancei ontem era mentirinha de 1 de Abril. Levei inclusivé uns raspanetes (autch) por andar a iludir a malta da minha hipotética volta. EhEh!
Continuarei por Barcelona, sim... Mas continuarão a ter-me de férias por aí, pois é verdade que adoro Portugal e a minha querida Lisboa:)

Entretanto têm uma nova votação acerca do tema do próximo post.
BeijOs


Pic by luckylooke

tOo mUch?

I'm just the pieces of the wOman I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone
For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
Too much wOrk* will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the wOrker
And the wOrk you leave behind
You're headed for disaster
'cos you never read the signs
Too much wOrk will kill you
Every time…




I'm just the shadow of the wOman I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
No there's no making sense of it
Every way I go I'm bound to lose
Too much wOrk will kill you
Just as sure as none at allIt'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much wOrk will kill you
Every time

Too much wOrk will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes, too much wOrk will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much wOrk will kill you
In the end...
In the end.


[Música original de Queen, adaptada por nOgS]


*and to much lOve too.

Well dO ya, dO ya, dO yOu wanna?

dO yOu wanna flY witH mE?

Come fly with me, lets fly lets fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
Theres a bar in far bombay
Come fly with me, well fly well fly away

Come fly with me, lets float down to peru
In lama land, theres a one man band
And hell toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, well float down in the blue

Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied
Well just glide, starry eyed
Once I get you up there, Ill be holding you so near
You may here, angels cheer - because were together

Weather wise its such a lovely day
You just say the words, and well beat the birds
Down to acapulco bay
Its perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, well fly well fly away

Frank Sinatra & Writer(s): cahn/van heusen

tO bite or nOt tO bite

Aquele homem-rapaz tinha um sorriso safado e guardava no seu olhar brilhante desejos para oferecer a todas as mulheres. Oferecia palavras, flores e fruta no mercado do inatingível e insustentável poço de pecados. E todos aceitavam as suas oferendas enfeitiçadas, embriagados por tamanha beleza. O seu reino do pecado durou anos, anos e anos. Permaneceu ali inquebrável, até um dia...

Até um dia lhe aparecer uma morena que lhe estendeu a mão e lhe disse: – Só gosto de maçãs vermelhas. Tens?

SinG me tO sLeep

Canta-me palavras sensuais ao ouvido antes de dormir. Impregna-me com o cheiro do teu cálido corpo, colado, suado no meu. Faz-me graçolas como quem faz bolinhos de mel cobertos por cerejas com chantilly. Deixa-me descobrir a tua pele apenas pelo toque das minhas impressões digitais tatuadas nas tuas.
Inspiras-me, expiras-me, enrolas o meu hálito de morangos cobertos com chocolate, na tua língua perversamente gulosa. Fazes boca de peixinho para mergulhares nos meus lábios abundantemente molhados.
Afundas-te em mim, os nossos corpos dançam juntos até ao suspiro chegar.
E, depois, adormeces de cabeça colada aos meus seios.

The Smiths - Asleep

Sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep

I'm tired and I

I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep

And then leave me alone

Don't try to wake me in the morning

'Cause I will be gone

Don't feel bad for me

I want you to know

Deep in the cell of my heart

I will be so glad to go

Sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep

I don't want to wake up

On my own anymore

Sing to me

Sing to me

I don't want to wake up

On my own anymore

Don't feel bad for me

I want you to know

Deep in the cell of my heart

I really want to go

There is another world

There is a better world

Well, there must be

Well, there must be

Bye bye.

Pic by Rimfrost

[Un]mask

I can't pretend to be always happy. I can't pretend that i don't need him when a really need.

I prefer to be naked than resigned with my feelings.

This is me.

That's just who i am without masks, without him by my side wanting the same...

I'm nOt here

Perdoem-me a ausência, mas estou numa fase muito complicada em termos de trabalho.

Tell me...

... about the way i am?

the F wOrd

F*** everything, tOday i wanna drive away frOm here.

Noa's photos

F**** the sadness, tOday i chOOse tO be happy!

Left Or Spirit

Pic by xyour

uh...

[suspiro]

... acabei de perdei a réstia de esperança e sol que este meu dia ainda tinha a rastilhar...

Pic by ChristinaDeO

Breakdown

Not for sale

Pic by amerimNIA (deviantart)

You can leave me

On the corner

Where you found me

I'm not for sale anymore.

[CocoRosie]

mOOn

I'm standing on the moon, with nothing left to do, with a lonely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you...

[Give Up] SmOking

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